With just a glimpse, a small child
runs to a big horse, now gently
bowing before her as tiny hands
reach up softly to touch its nose;
bowing and reaching – one
fearless motion of unthreatened
grace – sweet as it is, I take in
something more.
Domination, stoic calm, dug-
in views – shadowy faces of
fear – fly before the natural,
indwelling, bright bravery of the
child – drinking in the new, agile
in wonder, uncompromising
in receptivity to truth.
Father, Mother, infinitude of Love,
our creator – Spirit – You made
us spiritual, and we are Yours,
Your children; our God-given
Spirit-reflecting nature – fearless –
reflecting Your filling-all-space
goodness; drawn to, refreshed
by Your tenderness; yielding to
Your blessings – risk-free.
Our God-impelled childlikeness
runs to the possible – unadorned,
artless openness; then, like a
much-needed breeze, in flows a
gracious boldness certain of finding
unity, integrity – peace.
